At first glance, it looks like a girl's handwriting, Juanxiu is serious.

Qiao Zhixing leaned against the table, cleared his throat, and read word for word: "Dear Mr. Boris, please allow me to call you this. Since you came to me, it is like the scorching sun shining on the fields and my heart."

Also lit up..."

Ji Changmu frowned deeper and deeper, but he couldn't do anything about Qiao Zhixing.

The man put down the lesson plan and interrupted him: "Qiao Zhixing, stop reading, put it down and get out!"

"Tsk, tsk, so romantic." Qiao Zhixing looked over and over again, "No wonder Mr. Ji is hiding in this paradise, surrounded by beautiful scenery and beautiful people, living a pastoral and leisurely life. If I were you, I wouldn't miss Shu."

"You are not me, so there is no need to speculate on my thoughts." Ji Changmu's voice was cold, his thin lips pursed, the outdoor light shone on the bedside, and there were floating light and shadows on the side of his face.

"Ji Changmu, you are really sick!"

Qiao Zhixing was so angry that he threw down the card, slammed the door of the ward, and left.

For a while, peace returned to the ward.

Ji Changmu wasn't angry either. He picked up the lesson plan and pen again and continued preparing lessons.

After missing a lot of lessons in a week, Ji Changmu was calm and prepared lessons silently.

Halfway through, a nurse came to give him an infusion.

During the infusion, Ji Changmu hung the bottle in his left hand, and was still writing with a pen in his right hand, quietly and seriously. The light outside the window slanted on his hospital gown, and there was a thin yellow tint on his pale face.

Light.

Qiao Zhixing didn't look for Ji Changmu again for the whole day.

Ji Changmu knew that Qiao Zhixing was childish, and as an elder, he would never argue with him.

At night, Ji Changmu had people give away all the flowers in the room. He couldn't get used to the smell of flowers.

He got up and sat at the table to eat dinner silently, not talking to anyone the whole day. Over the past few months, he had become more and more taciturn, and many things in the world seemed to have nothing to do with him.

The back of Ji Changmu's hand is covered with dense needle holes, all caused by the needles during this period. Because he lost a lot of weight, the raised joints and veins can be seen on the back of his hand.

He thought Qiao Zhixing would not come, but unexpectedly, just after dinner, the ward door was pushed open.

Qiao Zhixing changed into a thin cream-white sweater and gray casual pants at night, and his face was full of arrogant boyishness.

Ji Changmu greeted him first: "Have you eaten?"

The young man said indifferently: "I will go back to school tomorrow."

"Oh, okay, I'm sorry for delaying your studies because of my affairs." Ji Changmu simply cleared the table, "When can I be discharged from the hospital?"

"We will observe him for another week and then he can be discharged if there are no problems."

"A week is too long."

"It's up to you. After tomorrow, your affairs have nothing to do with me. There will be a doctor here to take over."

"Then don't I need to take the medicine you prescribed for me?"

"Ji Changmu, you really don't know what is good and what is evil."

Ji Changmu didn't argue with him and packed all the gifts given to him by his students: "These gifts are all for you. There are chocolates, candies, preserved fruits... there are quite a lot of them, and I didn't look at them carefully. I don't like to eat them.

You keep it."

"I don't like food either, only my sister likes it." Qiao Zhixing blurted out.

In an instant, the air suddenly fell into silence.

It was quiet all around.

Ji Changmu's hands slowly lowered, and there was a dimming light in his eyes.

Of course he knew that Qiao Muyuan liked these and that kind of things.
Chapter completed!